AN ODD FELLOW.

Patea Mail, 24 August 1880, Page 3

AN ODD FELLOW.

A rare good fellow, a man of infinite mirth, was butcher Wilson, the fattest and funniest man in Romford, albeithewas eccentric alike in hisshopkeeping, eating, and worshipping. His bills were written in various colours and divers hands; for he was an admirable penman, and delighted in exhibiting his proficiency that way. Instead of sitting down to dinner like anybody else, Wilson would take a joint in his hand, put a quantity of salt in the bend of one arm, a small loaf under the other, and stroll through the streets until he had eaten all he carried. He was a capital singer, and went early to church on Sundays, to amuse himself and the congregation by singing psalms until the.minister took his place in the desk ; and one fast-day he distinguished himself by remaining in church in the long interval between morning and evening service, going from pew to pew repeating the Lord’s prayer and singing appropriate psalms, until he had performed his devotions in every pew in the church.